No matter how great his achievements were, someone was always better than him.

He excelled at his job. His network was vast, his methods precise. Some laws were worth bending for the sake of truth. And with the police under his influence, he had little to fear. Above all else, he despised dishonesty

A sudden gust rattled the window, and his reflection wavered. The rain streaks carved trails across the glass, making it seem as though his own reflection was crying. An absurd thought. He never cried. Why should he?